5/17/2007 9:07:00 AM
I am a text fetishist. This illness manifests itself, inter alia, as an
ability to memorize long passages from my favourite books.
Here's the one that I keep closest to my heart. It's from "On the road" by
Jack Kerouac. (The character has just woken up after sleeping all day in a cheap
motel. The sun is going down and the sky is red.):
"I wasn't scared. I was just someone else, some stranger. And my whole life
was a haunted life, the life of a ghost."
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